Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.